tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36811648474152307212018-09-17T02:16:51.656-04:00Veidt ClubMusings on MoviesLydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-89688372102639747052016-06-08T16:05:00.001-04:002016-06-08T16:05:11.795-04:00The Marrying Kind (1952)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">While watching&nbsp;<i>The Marrying Kind</i>&nbsp; a few weeks ago on TCM, I was reminded&nbsp;of <i>The Crowd </i>(1928), that great silent movie which looked at the life and love of an "ordinary" couple, portrayed charmingly and heartbreakingly by James Murray and Eleanor Murray. The later film treads similar ground: it follows a working class married couple, Aldo Ray and Judy Holliday, over the years, from their marriage day to their impending separation, and all the dissapointments, tragedies, and reconciliations in-between.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's framed by Ray's and Holliday's impending divorce proceedings, overseen by a patient woman judge (a woman in a position of authority treated with respect in an old movie? Color me delightfully surprised). Of course, this being Hollywood, there's a tentative reunion at the end and the divorce is called off. An outcome which I didn't find satisfactory, partially because Ray's character is such an irredeemably proud hothead, and partially because the movie is more successful at showing the desolation of the couple's relationship than offering any sort of persuadable hope of its fixability.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Despite what I've said,&nbsp;<i>The Marrying Kind</i> is still a&nbsp;worthwhile, well-acted, and sharply written&nbsp;(by real married couple Garson Kanin and Ruth Gordon), and worth seeing, especially if you want a break from cinematic marriages consisting of nothing but sunshine, lollipops, and banter.</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-1981190764726279462016-06-06T00:03:00.001-04:002016-06-06T14:51:43.928-04:00Morgan: A Suitable Case for Treatment (1966)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">British Cinema sure did love their the Byronic heroes of the kitchen sink set. You can see these angry young(ish) men give dirty looks at an England gone to seed in films like <i>Look Back in Anger </i>(1959), &nbsp;<i>Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner </i>(1962), <i>Saturday Night and Sunday Morning</i> (1960), to name a few.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The director of the latter,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Karel Reisz, brings us a more&nbsp;explicitly&nbsp;political cad, the titular Morgan, played by David Warner. As typical with this type of movie, he's involved with a more "proper" sort of lady (Vanessa Redgrave), who wants nothing more than to settle down, in this case by divorcing the eccentric, animal-loving loving Morgan and marrying a posh art-dealer (Robert Stephens).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Being the movie's protagonist, Morgan thinks he can win back his ex-wife. Thankfully, despite his efforts, which run the&nbsp;gamut&nbsp;from vandalism to kidnapping, it doesn't work.&nbsp;SPOILERS: She gets married anyway, and he ends up in a mental institution.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But because this IS a comedy (sort of), she takes his continual intrusions in stride (mostly). For you see, as a representative of the upper class, Redgrave's character, Leonie, is both repelled and attracted to the more lively, unpredictable, working-class Morgan. She does care for him, but just can't stand living with him anymore, and no amount of fence-climbing or gorilla suit-wearing can change that.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I liked the film, though 80% of that opinion I owe to Warner and Redgrave's stellar performances. A year earlier, the former appeared as a rebellious and ironic Hamlet at the Royal Shakespeare Company; the performance was never recorded, but one can see glimmers of the Danish Prince's wit, snark, and energy here.</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-79225359265661954302016-06-04T00:29:00.002-04:002016-06-04T00:37:10.344-04:00Coup de Grâce (1976)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Serious Movie time! And you can't get anymore serious than a black and white German movie from the seventies, directed by Volker Schlöndorff (<i>The Tin Drum)</i> and staring his then-wife and fellow director Margarethe von Trotta (<i>Marianne and Juliane).</i></span><br /><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This film is stark and dark tale set in eastern Europe right after World War One, as German troops battle Soviet&nbsp;Guerrillas&nbsp;during&nbsp;the Russian Civil. This being a Serious Movie, there are suppressed&nbsp;and expressed passions, stuff breaking, people dying, gorgeous visuals and snow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's also a rare time to see a woman smoke a pipe. Pipes are like cigars; one's so used to seeing men use the phallic things that it's an utter shock when a woman does it. An old Roma woman in <i>The Bride of Frankenstein</i> (1935) smoked one, but other than that, my mind is drawing a blank when it comes to other examples of cinematic women using this handy&nbsp;signifier&nbsp;of wisdom.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But back to Coup de Grâce: it's very dreary, but very rewarding, in the way good Serious Movies are: compelling, nice on the eyes, and stimulating to the brain.</span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-23278886043481532872016-06-02T17:23:00.003-04:002016-08-20T19:09:28.235-04:00A Bigger Splash (2015)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">So <i>La Piscine </i>(1969) got a remake. They switched the location from France to Italy, replaced Romy Schneider, Alain Delon and Maurice Ronet with Tilda Swinton, Matthias Schoenaerts, and Ralph Fiennes, and sprinkled in a killer soundtrack ranging from Verdi to The Rolling Stones. But the basic bare-bones plot remain the same: Couple A have their summer spent swimming, sunbathing, and having sex is interrupted by the arrival of couple B, consisting of an old flame and his daughter. Shenanigans ensue. Both movie hit similar plot points until the end. So if you've seen one version, you won't be surprised with the outcome of the other.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I found the original to be superfluous, but harmless. The lead actors and cinematography were gorgeous, but the movie as a whole was a rather bland affair, half-heartedly attempting to appear deeper than the soapy fluff it was. Its new iteration tries to avoid that trap by inserting flashbacks and food porn, but alas, falls into the same hole. To the movie's credit, Swinton and Fiennes are a lot of fun to watch. But I did want it to improve on the source material, instead of matching it, so I can't help but be a wee bit disappointed.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-68309394549951683912016-06-01T17:38:00.002-04:002016-06-01T17:38:58.174-04:00Burn! (1969)<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After trying it out in the frustratingly boring <i>Mutiny of the Bounty</i> (1962), Marlon Brando's British accent is back in Gillo Pontecorvo's <i>Burn</i>! Thankfully, this time it's in the service of a much better movie. After the success of <i>The Battle of Algiers</i> (1966), Pontecorvo takes the earlier film's exploration of guerrilla&nbsp;warfare used to combat colonialism, and transplants it into a story of a slave revolt,&nbsp;orchestrated&nbsp;by Brando on&nbsp;behalf of a British tea company, on a fictional Caribbean&nbsp;island in the mid-19th century.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The result is an effective commentary on powerful nations and companies using idealogical ideas as a&nbsp;shield&nbsp;when pursuing&nbsp;their own interests. Brando's good, and there's a fine Morricone score. Really, the only beef I had with the movie was that,&nbsp;despite&nbsp;repeated reminders that the island has been under Portuguese control for centuries, the locals only speak Spanish!</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-1149996869175081442016-05-25T19:33:00.002-04:002016-05-25T19:40:07.449-04:00Men Filming Women in Peril<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">D.W. Griffith liked filming women trapped in ambushed cabins, alongside men who see only one option left to help her,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ty8sa_v14A/V0YrR_ux3mI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iVYlaNFySy0Qxe6ZehSj38zQFgzpPL8_wCLcB/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-05-25%2Bat%2B1.54.29%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ty8sa_v14A/V0YrR_ux3mI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iVYlaNFySy0Qxe6ZehSj38zQFgzpPL8_wCLcB/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-05-25%2Bat%2B1.54.29%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Lesser Evil (1912)</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbhrMW5mi1E/V0Yq3vMWYLI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NultzMn_Aw4bMVhk-oital99TMnp5BzuwCLcB/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-05-25%2Bat%2B1.52.07%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbhrMW5mi1E/V0Yq3vMWYLI/AAAAAAAAAs8/NultzMn_Aw4bMVhk-oital99TMnp5BzuwCLcB/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-05-25%2Bat%2B1.52.07%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Battle at Elderbush Gulch (1913)</td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">only to be stopped when armed reinforcements arrived. You can also see it <i>The Birth of a Nation </i>(1915), where the trapped southern belle just misses having her father bash her head in with a pistol butt.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">John Ford apparently played an uncredited Klansman in that movie. 14 years later, he'd film <i>Stagecoach:</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://images4.static-bluray.com/reviews/2774_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://images4.static-bluray.com/reviews/2774_4.jpg" height="179" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blu-ray.com/movies/Stagecoach-Blu-ray/9842/">Image Source: blu-ray.com</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">where we get the same situation and interventionist outcome, with the uncomfortable&nbsp;solidification&nbsp;of the "men know what's best&nbsp;for the women folk" dynamic intact. Homage to Griffith, reuse of a suspense-raising&nbsp;trope, or both?</span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-74323453322528546432016-05-24T18:16:00.002-04:002016-08-20T17:54:16.417-04:00Coogan's Bluff (1968)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">ie the first movie that pared Clint Eastwood and director Don Siegel, a collaboration which produced some damn fine films,&nbsp;including&nbsp;<i>Two Mules for Sister Sar</i>a (1970) and <i>Dirty Harry</i>&nbsp;(1971). Though <i>Coogan's</i>&nbsp;feels more like a warm up to the latter, it does have some highlights:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">1) Hollywood's half-assed attempt to capture the counter-culture.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzYZjCwJRcE/V0TPy4p3zjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3Lb_7Y2ZeB4fiUfLPWfybFYr5FqSQGtogCLcB/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-04-19%2Bat%2B12.17.00%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzYZjCwJRcE/V0TPy4p3zjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3Lb_7Y2ZeB4fiUfLPWfybFYr5FqSQGtogCLcB/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-04-19%2Bat%2B12.17.00%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dig that pad, man! As Eastwood's Deputy Sheriff Coogan experiences it, the NYC scene consists of squeaky clean hippie guys attacking him to the sounds of bad acid rock, while young, nubile &amp; body-painted chicks high on drugs and free love throw themselves at him.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">2) The '68 fashion. My favorite is this all-red number worn by Eastwood's potential love interest Susan Clark wears at the very end. Don't have a screenshot, but believe me: everything, boots to coat, is candy-apple red.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">3) A chase scene. Around Fort Tryon Park. On Motorcycles.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InSW6EW7aCY/V0TSVhSLbGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kdf6cv9FhPMAOscfwTHmt4A5IIoSYYuFACLcB/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-04-19%2Bat%2B12.35.00%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InSW6EW7aCY/V0TSVhSLbGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kdf6cv9FhPMAOscfwTHmt4A5IIoSYYuFACLcB/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-04-19%2Bat%2B12.35.00%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-23677141668945771032016-05-22T21:42:00.003-04:002016-05-22T21:42:38.370-04:00High-Rise (2016)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;<i>High-Rise</i>&nbsp;has style, and I'm not just referring to the spot on 70s sideburns-and-shag carpet aesthetic. It was a smart move on director Ben Wheatley and his wife, screenwriter Amy Jump's, part to make the movie adaptation of a 1975 novel a period piece, and not update it, especially since it allows to audience to focus more on grotesque satire of class divides and the Inherent Savagery Within Us, (accented by the effective contrast between gorgeous visuals and growing savage brutality), instead of being frustrated by the lack of cell-phone usage. Seen through a Kaleidoscope lens, the result is a bit pretentious, but I found the movie overall to be&nbsp;fascinating and disturbing, it's downbeat nature slightly&nbsp;levitated&nbsp;by a feminist-leaning ending.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Plus, if it took place today, what chance would there be to see a poster for the 1966 cult classic <i>Morgan: A Suitable Case for Treatment, </i>hanging on a major character's wall? Or to hear ABBA's "SOS" as a string quartet and a Portishead cover?</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-17923289969275494752016-04-03T23:08:00.001-04:002016-04-03T23:30:40.144-04:00The Prowler (1951)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Leave it to director Joseph Losey to bring a healthy dose of darkness to the screen. &nbsp;With <i>The Prowler</i>, he doesn't disappoint, with a tale that makes James M. Cain look optimistic. A</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">t least in the case of the scribe's&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Double Indemnity</span></i></span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"> </i><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">and </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;">The Postman Always Rings Twice</i><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">,</span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> the murderous couples were always on the level with each other. Not in this movie.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let me back up a bit: After Susan&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">(Evelyn &nbsp;Keyes)</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">, the wife of a disc jockey, spots a prowler peeping in on her in the shower, she naturally calls the cops to investigate. One of them, Webb (Van Heflin), takes a special interest in her. He's a bitter sort of fellow, a one-time college football champ dreaming of owning a motel court. This being a </span><i style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">film noir</span></i><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">, he of course has an affair with the married woman, not put off at all by her husband's&nbsp;convenient&nbsp;late-night radio gig. Nor&nbsp;is Webb scared off by the life insurance policy Susan's hubby happens to have.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even in terms of the fiend-populated movies of&nbsp;<i>film noir</i>, Heflin plays one&nbsp;memorably unscrupulous, non-magnificent bastard. </span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But don't feel too sorry for Susan, unassuming as she is to the true extant of her lover's monetary fixation; she quite willingly falls for his charms, partially won over by the chance to escape from her dull and constricting home life.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Though not taking place in the usual Noir habitat, replacing the dark cities and&nbsp;glitzy&nbsp;nightclubs with windy deserts and sleepy suburbs, sleaze still&nbsp;permeates <i>The Prowler.</i>The movie&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">turns the typically melodramatic tropes (adultery, grand passion, etc) on it's head to&nbsp;satirize&nbsp;the American Dream, with a central relationship built on murder and lies, and an upcoming birth leading to a family's collapse.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not the most uplifting movie to come out of Hollywood, but certainly one you're not going to forget.&nbsp;</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-38725152739139691452016-04-01T23:38:00.001-04:002016-04-01T23:39:00.979-04:00Laurence Olivier Blinks...a lot<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He sure does.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">You only have to check out his "now is the winter" etc monologue from <i>Richard III </i>(1955) to know what I'm talking about:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/7sueCfdwefQ/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7sueCfdwefQ?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Them's some serious blinking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">I've previously noticed those fluttering eyelashes in <i>The Entertainer</i> (1960), <i>Term of Trial </i>(1962),&nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Bunny Lake is Missing</i> (1965), <i>The Beggar's Opera</i> (1953), and <i>The Devil's Disciple</i> (1959).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8s4z1UWFXqI" width="560"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aZndAWQIoAE" width="420"></iframe></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And it's one of those quirks that, once you notice it, you can never unsee, and once you do, are always on the lookout for.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Herbert Marshall's another actor who shares the same distracting habit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But Larry O is the only performer I can think of with such a visual tick that reoccurs over multiple films; rhythmically batting his eyes as if a bit</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;of dust flew in, and he had to wait until the camera stopped rolling before he could rub it out.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sounds like a&nbsp;reasonable&nbsp;explanation. Or maybe Olivier felt that rapid blinking was a good way to convey visual a character's&nbsp;calculating&nbsp;nature.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Or it's just a&nbsp;inconsequential&nbsp;thingamajig I only noticed because&nbsp;<i>The Devil's&nbsp;Disciple</i>&nbsp;was so diabolically dull, and <b>something</b>&nbsp;had to take my notice.</span></div></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-61898327469573523562016-03-27T22:56:00.003-04:002016-03-27T22:56:56.847-04:00Movie Ages: Grace Kelly<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm&nbsp;fascinated&nbsp;by the universal practice in moviedom of pairing older actors with much younger actresses. Sometimes, this age gap is referenced in the movie itself, or made into the central conflict, but most of the time it's ignored within the cinematic universe.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If I had to pick one performer that most&nbsp;epitomized&nbsp;this practice, Grace&nbsp;Kelly would be the ideal mascot. In her brief, yet memorable 5 year career, she made 11 movies, before retiring at 26 to take up Princess duties in&nbsp;Monaco. Of those,&nbsp;only two (<i>Dial M for Murder</i> and <i>The Swan</i>) feature love interests who are less that 10 years older than her. Three if we count <i>Mogambo</i>, where Kelly (age 23 at the time) cheats on husband Donald Sinden (age 29) with Clark Gable (age 52).&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As for the rest, she's paired with old hands. And while issues like class,&nbsp;economics, and legalities might be brought up by her partner as potential relationship roadbumps, I don't think age is ever mentioned in her movies. Not much of a biggie when her co-star is the 11-year-older William Holden, but slightly more&nbsp;perturbing&nbsp;when it's 50-somethings like Gary Cooper,&nbsp;Bing Crosby and Gable.</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-36490669474742123732016-03-27T00:39:00.001-04:002016-03-31T23:05:23.246-04:00Othello (1965)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This movie made me doubt Laurence Olivier's acting cred. I had to go to youtube and watch clips from <i>Wuthering Heights </i>(1939)&nbsp;to remind myself that yes, Olvier <i>could </i>act.&nbsp;Everyone else was fine, I have nothing praise for the rest of the cast, which included Maggie Smith and Derek Jacobi. But Olivier, oh dear, Olivier...</span><br /><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was bad. Well, bad doesn't properly convey what's on screen. <b>Grotesque </b>would be the better word for it. And I'm not just&nbsp;referring&nbsp;to the blackface, which in and of itself is gross. I mean, look at it:&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9BO8KorQY5k/Vvdd8DtpkyI/AAAAAAAAArI/h28M_mTiF-oA7Z-lLmhZYhJnH3PA7TlgQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-07%2Bat%2B9.07.37%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9BO8KorQY5k/Vvdd8DtpkyI/AAAAAAAAArI/h28M_mTiF-oA7Z-lLmhZYhJnH3PA7TlgQ/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-07%2Bat%2B9.07.37%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But it's somehow made worse by Olivier's&nbsp;decision&nbsp;to&nbsp;consistently&nbsp;ham his role up. If he was a understated Othello, then the shoe polish makeup, "exotic" clothing, and bare feet would only be in terrible taste. However, by shouting, swooning, and raising his hands as if he were launching into the repetoire of Al Jolson:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44LCra_y0qs/Vvdd8n4PSlI/AAAAAAAAArc/NMy5lk39rNoXsSD2zzm0LU4H9YcRRCY_Q/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-07%2Bat%2B9.23.41%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44LCra_y0qs/Vvdd8n4PSlI/AAAAAAAAArc/NMy5lk39rNoXsSD2zzm0LU4H9YcRRCY_Q/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-07%2Bat%2B9.23.41%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">his performance goes beyond a fatal case of values dissonance, and into a sickening minstrel show. There is no sign of the subtly and dignity he afforded Henry V, Hamlet and Richard III.This is the ultimate white representation of the Black Man as Savage Inhuman Brute, in all its disgusting inherent racism.</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: large;">But all this didn't stop Olivier from getting his last Oscar nomination for this....thing. Go fucking figure.&nbsp;</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"></span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-52101623411071707232016-03-26T02:26:00.002-04:002016-03-27T00:43:30.568-04:00Deathdream (1972)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Deathdream </i>is an effective little metaphor about the Vietnam war, and the trauma it bought to families and veterans, wrapped in a gory reworking of "The Monkey's Paw" with a body count.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Even without the addition of the Tom Savini's creeptastic makeup, lead actor Richard Backus, playing the solider who returns home quite changed, is quite off-putting. He has this uncanny valley face, the type that reminds one of a Ken doll brought to life. In that respect, he reminds a lot of Keir Dullea, whose strangely molded features and slightly off-putting demeanor were put such good use in <i>Bunny Lake is Missing</i> (1965), <i>2001: A Space Odyssey</i> (1968), and <i>Deathdream</i> director Bob Clark's following feature, the unnerving prototypical slasher <i>Black Christmas</i> (1974). Funnily enough, according to Backus' wikipedia page, he was Dullea's understudy during the original Broadway run of <i>Butterflies are Free</i>. Having difficulty imagining either man playing genuinely nice, non-threatening individuals, but I guess that's acting for ya.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">ANYWHO, interesting movie, recommend you check it out if you want a unique and surprisingly moving zombie movie.</span></span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-24976836115966074442016-03-25T00:27:00.002-04:002016-03-27T00:49:44.211-04:00Alexander the Great (1956)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the otherwise sloggy and unmemorable biopic <i>Alexander the Great</i>, which I saw about a year ago, and staring everyone's favorite glowering Welshman Richard Burton (who, according to <i>Look Back in Anger </i>(1959),&nbsp;"knows what it's like to be angry. ANGRY!"), two moments remain stuck in my mind:</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">1. The scene where a very bearded Fredric March, playing Alexander's dad Philip, does a drunken dance on a hill overlooking the camp.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">2. The part where Buuuurton gets into a brief kurfuffle with fellow Welsh actor Stanley Baker. Later, the two would be kinda sorta reunited in the top-notch <i>Zulu </i>(1964), with Baker staring and Burton providing narration.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Other than that, the rest of the movie completely escapes my memory. Except Burton's blonde wig; that thing was the one truly golden object in a nearly 2 1/2 hour checklist of Important Moments in Alexander's Life. Almost makes me want to check out Oliver Stone's lambasted attempt to frame this grandiose historical figure, for comparison's sake. Almost.</span></span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-56669219674046534462016-03-24T00:22:00.003-04:002016-03-24T00:22:37.175-04:00My Favorite Wife (1940)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">I'm not the biggest Irene Dunne fan. You might say, "I'm done with Dunne." (Tee hee, puns.) In this movie, she plays Cary Grant’s presumed-dead wife, missing ever since she was swept overboard during an Anthropological expedition seven years before. But on the same day Grant declares her dead and gets married to Gail Patrick, guess who shows up at his honeymoon hotel?&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>An enjoyable movie with a clever set-up, not as funny as I though it would be, but still amusing. Grant's more refrained in his double-taking comic business than usual, with some golden expressions of exasperation.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Dunne's OK; as I stated before, she's far from one of my favorite actresses, but I have liked some of the movies she's been in (like <i>The Silver Chord</i>). Here she's smart and sassy, like Joan Blondell with the edges sanded off and waxed.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I had no difficulty suspending my disbelief for the sake of Dunne and fellow island playmate Randolph Scott somehow managing to survive on a desert island for seven years. But it was a little more difficult to see how such an amazing tale of survival could escape notice of the press. Nevertheless, one must remember that</span>&nbsp;logic is second fiddle in comedy. There are complications, mistaken identities, deceit, and coincidences all for the sake of conflict, rounded out by a punchline, and caped off by a happy ending, of course. 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There's nothing extraordinary about it, but there are a few surprises and funny moments.</span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-33605146435249846552016-03-23T03:00:00.001-04:002016-03-23T03:00:21.704-04:00The Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933) (full)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRB0fruhFr0/VvI8CwMI8XI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hv4jxRSfu-IAtgSnTvSAFT6vadPQlcgaQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-23%2Bat%2B1.46.26%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRB0fruhFr0/VvI8CwMI8XI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hv4jxRSfu-IAtgSnTvSAFT6vadPQlcgaQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-23%2Bat%2B1.46.26%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">This is yet another film that has been eclipsed by its remake, in this case the enjoyable 1953 3D&nbsp;</span></span><i style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">House of Wax</i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"> from 1953, staring Vincent Price. Which is unfortunate, because on its own, <i>The Mystery of the Wax Museum</i> a really fun horror /mystery / comedy/&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 32px;">raunchy</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;Pre-Coder.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6bO6_hO6E4/VvI8V0TqnII/AAAAAAAAApA/n2qlG0iO_WMi9_9Q6nZJwRzXaIFdxEroQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B9.42.58%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6bO6_hO6E4/VvI8V0TqnII/AAAAAAAAApA/n2qlG0iO_WMi9_9Q6nZJwRzXaIFdxEroQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B9.42.58%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">A brief intro: a very talented wax sculptor (Lionel Atwill) loses his is prized London-based wax museum in a blaze set by his money grubbing partner. Twelve years later, in New York City, bodies are mysteriously being stolen from the morgue, and the models in a new wax museum look just like them…</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igmyDp01Vs8/VvI8pze60rI/AAAAAAAAApE/fq8j1DLD3tQE7-ozntc207Vsk0gH51Xww/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.07.52%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igmyDp01Vs8/VvI8pze60rI/AAAAAAAAApE/fq8j1DLD3tQE7-ozntc207Vsk0gH51Xww/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.07.52%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogwn6PRjc5k/VvI-5cMaoYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hRyTecDFU2oEbsHkxXez9z0cvLtWNK7PQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.33.49%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogwn6PRjc5k/VvI-5cMaoYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hRyTecDFU2oEbsHkxXez9z0cvLtWNK7PQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.33.49%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">You probably know where this is going, but at a brisk 77 minutes, it's a journey to get to inevitable gory conclusion. Well, not visually gory since this <i>is</i>&nbsp;1933 after all, but we do get some nasty make-up.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huID-sMp8do/VvI8vFDJAGI/AAAAAAAAApM/tCSWLCQBtQgISM8Hx_KHJQgidsk7qOgsQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B9.47.56%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huID-sMp8do/VvI8vFDJAGI/AAAAAAAAApM/tCSWLCQBtQgISM8Hx_KHJQgidsk7qOgsQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B9.47.56%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwZVV13dV-Y/VvI9OPJ9_WI/AAAAAAAAApw/-X4QqQvTN3serEp1MhZLqRRzH8onv0O4w/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B9.46.25%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwZVV13dV-Y/VvI9OPJ9_WI/AAAAAAAAApw/-X4QqQvTN3serEp1MhZLqRRzH8onv0O4w/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B9.46.25%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">Also worth noting that this is one of the last two-strip Technicolor movies, a process which emphasized red and green; great for flesh tones, not so much at providing a variety of colors, though we do get some gorgeous shadow work, jaw-dropping sets, and eye-popping dresses worn by heroines Fay Wray and Glenda Farrell, as compensation.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4h8kd6y5n2Q/VvI83QhBOWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-P4AVN9coDku08tXHww18uCe9tYdskhow/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.17.39%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4h8kd6y5n2Q/VvI83QhBOWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-P4AVN9coDku08tXHww18uCe9tYdskhow/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.17.39%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EsCjKGXo3k/VvI87lTosJI/AAAAAAAAApU/4rU-8H6BEyw_zLaipXhg5m4Lli74_HnDw/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.32.29%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EsCjKGXo3k/VvI87lTosJI/AAAAAAAAApU/4rU-8H6BEyw_zLaipXhg5m4Lli74_HnDw/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.32.29%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8WmlRLMfLc/VvI9s8uQmfI/AAAAAAAAAps/pBRojCkD6G8dpODmGihu3XOm7kOjNaTOg/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.08.08%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8WmlRLMfLc/VvI9s8uQmfI/AAAAAAAAAps/pBRojCkD6G8dpODmGihu3XOm7kOjNaTOg/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.08.08%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpucHHlBEoA/VvI9lMzxWgI/AAAAAAAAApo/HpacT4cFfPswHo48Ojm_tQqlHIoXJMxPg/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.14.49%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpucHHlBEoA/VvI9lMzxWgI/AAAAAAAAApo/HpacT4cFfPswHo48Ojm_tQqlHIoXJMxPg/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.14.49%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">Lionel Atwill is a slyly sinister Mr. Igor, and Ms. Wray once again gets to show off her impressive screaming skills as another damsel in distress. Ms. Farrell was the acting highlight for me, however, as a snappy and tough talking reporter. She also gets to roll off some gem Pre-Code wisecracks, greating a cop reading a dirty mag with a chipper&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">“how’s your sex life?” and responding to Wray’s plans for marriage and children with her own plans: “you raise the kids, I’ll raise the roof.”&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQHcfwQX-w/VvI-YwZuksI/AAAAAAAAAp4/yTAdmwTStHQdWMUm41sooK98Sm5006nxQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.15.54%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQHcfwQX-w/VvI-YwZuksI/AAAAAAAAAp4/yTAdmwTStHQdWMUm41sooK98Sm5006nxQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.15.54%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-wzkSZDH10/VvI-kWnAWwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/VM6Sdveijx0JqtVDYl7AZjUD8_JUfmBdw/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.25.24%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-wzkSZDH10/VvI-kWnAWwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/VM6Sdveijx0JqtVDYl7AZjUD8_JUfmBdw/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B11.25.24%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:DocumentProperties> <o:Template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:Revision>0</o:Revision> <o:TotalTime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:Pages>1</o:Pages> <o:Words>245</o:Words> <o:Characters>1401</o:Characters> <o:Company>Century High School</o:Company> <o:Lines>11</o:Lines> <o:Paragraphs>2</o:Paragraphs> <o:CharactersWithSpaces>1720</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:Version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style><![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">Overall, it's a very fun horror film that doesn't take itself too seriously, but still manages to provide the type of gorgeously-shot chills that early 30s horror epitomized.&nbsp;</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5UxWyXpJiw/VvI-R7D1G3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/inlqDaJDX80Gd_L_5LdNfk5XHuQr4CShg/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.22.31%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5UxWyXpJiw/VvI-R7D1G3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/inlqDaJDX80Gd_L_5LdNfk5XHuQr4CShg/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-22%2Bat%2B10.22.31%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-81912936403758420312016-03-22T02:24:00.001-04:002016-03-22T02:25:35.197-04:00Here Comes the Groom (1951)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">They don’t make 'em like they used to. This zany Frank Capra-directed comedy offers, among laughs, wisecracks, a wrestling catfight, and a few tunes. It all ends in a climax at the most lavish outdoor wedding imaginable, with the type of inevitable ending you see a mile away, but is winning enough that you don't care.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Bing Crosby stars as a Pete, a reporter writing about war orphans in France. &nbsp;When he has to return to the States, he decides to adopt two of them, but discovers that he can only keep the children if he gets married within five days. Pete's not worried, however, because has a girl in mind: long-time fiancée Emmadel (Jane Wyman), whom he decides to&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 32px;">surprise</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;by&nbsp;arriving on her doorstep with the tots without notification. She has a&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 32px;">surprise</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;for him in turn: tired of waiting for her long absent beau, she has become engaged to her wealthy boss Wilbur (Franchot Tone). The wedding date: in five days.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">How can I describe this film properly? It feels familiar, kind of a <i>Philadelphia Story</i> rehash, complete with the unfortunate implication that the heroine needs an ex to tell her that she doesn't love the man she's going to marry WITHIN A WEEK! Despite the typical old movie symptom of values dissonance, I found it enjoyable. None of the songs are classics, with the exception of an aria from Verdi’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Riggoletto, </i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sung by a blind orphan girl, and the only example of pure Capracorn in the movie. Only one,&nbsp;</span>“In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening,” &nbsp;is a real earworm, the kind that never ever will leave your head ever.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Crobsy did his typical laid-back-wisecracker shtcik, and does it well, and Tone was amicable and charming as the doomed fiancee who tempts fate by inviting Crosby to stay at his&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 32px;">immense</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;estate.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">But the leading ladies blew them both out the water. Jane Wyman was amazing,the usually prim and somber actress lending herself swimmingly to comedy; she rages, wrestles, trips, make a fool of herself, and sings a little, too, all the while holding on to her dignity, smarts, and stubbornness. Alexis Smith, as the maid of honor and the smitten "kissing cousin" of Wilbur, is also a hoot, guided by Crosby into a Pygmalion-like transformation from dry, insecure blue-blood to a confident whistle-worthy head-locker. What could have come off as&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 32px;">condescending</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;portraits of women whose end goals are nabbing men, become amusing characters through the spunk, charisma, and energy of the two ladies.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Not as well known as it should be, I thought the movie was very good and well worth watching. It's nice to see a little fluff once in a while, and this one was a fine, frivolous, funny, and fun puff of fluff.</span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-15120561435832053132016-03-20T20:13:00.002-04:002016-03-20T20:13:48.193-04:00The Time of Your Life (1948)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">This is an odd little film. N</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">ot in a good "Holy&nbsp;shit, I've never seen anything like it and it's forced me to look at filmmaking/life in a brand new way, and getting me to ask questions about what I perceive as 'good' and 'bad,' turning my own&nbsp;</span>preconceived<span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;notions on its head."&nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">More like a shrug of "meh," followed by the exasperated exclamation "Boy, this hasn't aged well at ALL!"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i>The Time of Your Life</i> is an adaption of William Saroyan's Pulitzer prize winning, but little revived play of the same name. It takes place almost entirely in this San Francisco dive called</span><span style="line-height: 32px;">&nbsp;Nick’s Pacific Street Saloon, Restaurant and Entertainment Place, which seem to attract the most strange, eccentric characters. This includes, but is not limited to, a B-girl with a heart of gold (Jeanne Cagney), a tap dancer who likes telling funny stories that nobody laughs at (Paul Draper), and Joe (James Cagney), a mysterious man who always has money and likes being nice to people.</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;There's no real plot to speak of; just a lot of interactions and purplely monologues. It fact, it is almost radical is how little action takes place outside of the bar, not attempting to hide its theatrical roots, though bowing down to cinematic censorship (turning Kitty’s profession from prostitute to B-girl, for instance).</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">This is full of very memorable, and often very good, performances. Special shout outs have to go towards William Bendix as the bar owner, who is both exasperated and pleased by his clientele; and Jeanne Cagney (James’s sister) who projects a certain melancholy but fragile hope and will to survive in every scene she is in.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;">Cagney himself is in an atypically low-key performance, and its only ok; there's little of the dynamism that makes him so appealing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">Now, this movie has major flaws, most that can be traced to the original material. The characters are a collection of quirks, tall tales and pinballs. The dialogue is overwrought and stylized to the point of grating rust. Morality is at its most basic divided into two types: those who are good and those who are vilely evil (the one Bad Guy wears black, for Christ's sake).</span></div><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:DocumentProperties> <o:Template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:Revision>0</o:Revision> <o:TotalTime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:Pages>1</o:Pages> <o:Words>250</o:Words> <o:Characters>1430</o:Characters> <o:Company>Century High School</o:Company> <o:Lines>11</o:Lines> <o:Paragraphs>2</o:Paragraphs> <o:CharactersWithSpaces>1756</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:Version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style><![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif;">I'm glad I saw this bizarre film once, but it holds no candle to the best "movie based on a play where barflies monologue in a bar for hours,"<i>&nbsp;The Iceman Cometh </i>(1970)</span></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-57957247234676554812016-03-18T16:35:00.000-04:002016-03-27T00:49:32.403-04:00Mutiny on the Bounty (1962)<span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The following is a cautionary tale.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEDR7g0HMoc/VuxnR81ODDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BK44vYo1vnwQfCJ_oWYo-xFwzCiBdAM5w/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-12%2Bat%2B4.33.44%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEDR7g0HMoc/VuxnR81ODDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BK44vYo1vnwQfCJ_oWYo-xFwzCiBdAM5w/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-12%2Bat%2B4.33.44%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">At first glance, Lewis Milestone's Mutiny on the Bounty (with a few sequences directed by Reed before he was ingloriously replaced) <span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">has plenty of elements in its favor to make it a good sea yarn: an intriguing cast (Brando! Trevor Howard! Richard Harris!), lovely on-location shooting in Tahiti, an awe-inspiring replica of the good ship Bounty , and of course the story of the mutiny itself, full of intrigue and bitter rivalries, all in glorious Technicolor and Ultra Panavision 70.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">As I proceed with this review, I’m dreadfully tempted to compare the movie to not only the other films about the Bounty Mutiny (particularly the 1935 and 1984 iterations), but the real events that transpired in the late 18</span><sup style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">th</sup><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"> century.</span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Then I recall that good art can be made from bastardizing history, and criticizing the film on that aspect seems beside the point.</span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3681164847415230721#_ftn1" title="">[1]</a>&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">Even the legendarily hectic shooting (courtesy of switching directors mid-filming, raised costs, lousy weather, and Brando’s shenanigans), which has overshadowed the movie itself, I find barely worth mentioning. Again, enough classics have been made under other strenuous circumstance (ie that year’s </span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">Lawrence of Arabia</i><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">), that a troubled production isn’t much of an excuse when it comes to ultimate quality.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">And unfortunately, despite its admirable attempt to amp up the tale with moral ambiguity and Technicolor spectacle, the result is an impressively dull three-hour movie.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">How did this happen?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFUPkkvHvNw/Vuxnjk6pW4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/pYHzPbKmwSk6P4uH1kRfAj6H1w1eDKX3g/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-13%2Bat%2B2.49.44%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFUPkkvHvNw/Vuxnjk6pW4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/pYHzPbKmwSk6P4uH1kRfAj6H1w1eDKX3g/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-13%2Bat%2B2.49.44%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">In retrospect, the warning sighs are obvious from the beginning, when we are first serenaded with expositional narration during the boarding of the HMS Bounty as it is docked in Portsmith. The provider of this voiceover, here and throughout, is horticulturalist William Brown (Richard Haydn), who joins the Bounty to assist in its mission of gathering Breadfruit from Tahiti and transporting them to the West Indies. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">You might think, considering how he’s the narrator instead of, say, Brando or Howard or Harris, that he will play a major role in the film. You would be deceived. With the exception of describing the properties and proper care for breadfruit, voicing some objections to Captain Bligh (Trevor Howard) regarding the treatment of the crew, and providing mostly redundant exposition, Brown the Horticulturalist is a character of little importance.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3681164847415230721#_ftn2" name="_ftnref" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[2]<!--[endif]--></span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Despite the many criticisms leveled against Bligh over the course of the film, Trevor Howard is one of the few things in this movie that I whole-heartedly enjoyed. &nbsp;None could play sneering bastards like Howard, and his bewigged and condescending performance here is a captivating one.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The same cannot be said Brando’s Lieutenant Fletcher Christian, a boor if there ever was one. From the moment he gets on board, to his martyr-like death at the end, his silly British accent dissipates any hope that he will be taken seriously.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thank God for Bligh, and his condescending, misanthropic ways. I did find him to be a particularly captivating villain because, not in spite of, his pure rottenness. Already harboring a distain towards seamen in general, refereeing to them as “half-witted” and “wife-beating,” he takes a particularly venomous dislike towards the very foppish Christian, seeing him as a “career snob.” Little surprise, then, that the captain hashes ration cuttings along with disciplinary whippings, much to the chagrin of the crew, Christian included.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This chagrin is vocalized. A lot. That’s not to say there are no epic set pieces. There are: a big storm scene that climaxes with the crushing of crewmember under a giant barrel, seemingly hundreds of canoes paddled out to great the Bounty as it arrives in Tahiti, a big fishing party, the very mutiny itself, and ending with the ship set aflame.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But these last for such long stretches, particularly the scenes on Tahiti, which feel more appropriate for a travelogue. Despite being quite a sight, they go on for so long, and accomplish so little narratively or visually, that what thrills there are quickly descend into yawns, despite the glorious color (the sunrises and sets are particular knockouts) and impressively wide cinemascope.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-seUAn3c16BY/Vuxn5187ZZI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Qv96hCHKVgYcrRiVt-PEJz7mL2Z-WA1eA/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-13%2Bat%2B2.42.32%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="142" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-seUAn3c16BY/Vuxn5187ZZI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Qv96hCHKVgYcrRiVt-PEJz7mL2Z-WA1eA/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-13%2Bat%2B2.42.32%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This format was not the kindest format for odd angles or close-ups; its strengths could be fully taken advantage of in framing and arrangements within the frame to create visual communication of scope. But what we have here is Cinemascope cinematography at its most dull: lots of standing or sitting, “clothes line” style, with plenty of talking, and set pieces that go on far too long, filmed in unmoving static takes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It isn’t until we reach the actual mutiny itself, brought on by criminally limiting water rations to serve the plants that the film picks up a bit of the pace. The confrontation between Bligh and Christian becomes genuinely intense, as Bligh’s calm pride conflicts with Christian barely concealed rage. And it’s Bligh who prevents the mutiny itself from feeling victorious—as he’s being loaded onto the ship, he takes pleasure in the small victory of Christian’s now ruined honor and career.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course, that quickly descends into monotony again once Bligh is sent off along with other non-mutineers in a dingy, and that's nearly the last we see of Trevor Howard. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; From then on, we’re mostly stuck with Christen, who in this telling, is uncomfortable with his role as mutineer,. He becomes tormented with the thought of Blight catching them. That is, until he finds a sort of peace, far too late, by deciding that instead of running away from the British Navy, he and the crew should go directly to them, and put themselves on trial. Obviously, some of mutineers don’t like the idea of being court marshaled, so they set fire to the ship, and Brando dies trying to save a nautical instrument, a move that comes off more as stupid than heroic, though clearly it’s supposed to be seen as the latter.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Which is a pity, because the movie does flirt with adding ambiguity<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3681164847415230721#_ftn3" name="_ftnref" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[3]<!--[endif]--></span></a>. to an oft-told tale, while not quite going all the way.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">While the crew’s longing for Tahiti encourages their del-factor leader (Richard Harris) to fan Christian’s discontent, Bligh’s inhuman treatment of the crew, which results in three fatalities, provides enough justification to make their actions less superficial and more sympathetic; making it a matter of rights, not vacation time. But the abuses held against them are shown on screen so briefly, and their own grumbles so repetitious, that any stakes are swept away by the audience dozing.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bligh’s single-minded obsession with completing his transport mission and enforcing his will gives him a motivation, which makes him more understandable, though not sympathetic. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Only in a few scenes do we see Bligh stripped of his precious authority, and therefore, his threat: when he is forced into dancing with the Tahitians, and when he, with much embarrassment, orders Christian to court the Chief’s daughter: both of these actions are excused in his eyes, as being essential to being in the good graces of the Tahitians, so that the breadfruit can be gathered. Bligh does what he feels to be right for the sake of the mission and the crowd, no matter the brutality and humiliation. That he puts the mission first makes him, in Christian’s eyes near the end, a superior seaman.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Christian, on the other hand, also desires to do the right, or more accurately, the honorable, thing. He follows his captain’s orders, only pursues the chief’s daughter with Blight’s “blessing”, and starts to the mutiny when he intercedes in an inhuman torture. However, he isn’t comfortable with the mutiny in general, and his downfall comes when he mistakenly assumes that the mutineers share his sense of honor, and will willingly go to England to stand trail and be held accountable for their actions, simultaneously drawing attention to the brutality that drove them to this action.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And Christian, far from being a gung-ho leader of the mutiny, only takes that drastic step after Bligh promises him a court marshal after Christian strikes him in retaliation of the Captain’s kick. Soon Christian is uncomfortable with the responsibility of his criminal actions, even if they are justified by Bligh’s cruelty. Heck, even Christian’s death is blamed on Bligh’s influence. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ultimately the morality remains black and white film; Blyth’s a villainous brute (even if he is acting within naval regulations) the mutiny is shown as being justified&nbsp; (which, in real life, it wasn’t), and Brando, though not embracing of it, certainly acts the hero: protesting brutality, wanting to do the right thing, and getting the girl and martyr’s death while he’s at it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">And that conflict could be really compelling! A man who’s initially at odds with his superior officer, and then in addition to that, ends up out of favor with the men under him. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But even this simple premise undermined by the the minimal investment drawn from Brando’s&nbsp; dull as dirt performance; perhaps the silly accent was intentional, to further draw attention to the alienation and inherent snobbery his has, but dear lord, surely that could have been conveyed with a little more charisma? At least enough for the Chief daughter’s infatuation with him to be comprehensible?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoR4P4kAZ8/VuxnxDUe95I/AAAAAAAAAoU/gj_XN11a9Q49j9Qpaqv9n3KWR_x5JNyag/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-12%2Bat%2B11.51.18%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoR4P4kAZ8/VuxnxDUe95I/AAAAAAAAAoU/gj_XN11a9Q49j9Qpaqv9n3KWR_x5JNyag/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-12%2Bat%2B11.51.18%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Taken together, the result is a boring slog: boring in nearly every way: acting, visuals, dialogue, music (the later which is a perfect analogy for the rest of the film: rousing for the first 20 seconds, a slog the rest of the way), etc. Anything that could have possibly made this tale compelling was thinned out. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not helping was my familiarity with not only the previously mentioned ’35 version, but the 80s version as well. The most grounded in history of all the movie interpretations, it takes what did make the 60s version bearable (Bligh, the color cinematography the attempt at psychological complexity) and puts it in a much more compelling package. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Instead, what we have here is an ok looking film that’s not interesting as a character piece, nor as an epic. Instead, it just sort of sits there, like a toy boat in a stagnant pond. Or a fancy model ship in a studio tank, whatever the budget is.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;">My advise—if you want a compelling exciting yarn, watch Bounty ’35; a complex clash of personalities and temperaments, the ’84 version; if neither sounds like your cup of tea, this one I guess. Just make sure you get some coffee first.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPIJiVsjP4U/VuxoAGQaQxI/AAAAAAAAAog/KG6Td4Yy7xQf4-HcDG71slMjQoltl5FKw/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-01%2Bat%2B3.48.46%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPIJiVsjP4U/VuxoAGQaQxI/AAAAAAAAAog/KG6Td4Yy7xQf4-HcDG71slMjQoltl5FKw/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-10-01%2Bat%2B3.48.46%2BPM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><!--[endif]--> <br /><div id="ftn"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3681164847415230721#_ftnref" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[1]<!--[endif]--></span></a> Those interested in the facts, however, can do no wrong in checking out Caroline Alexander’s excellent account of the true events leading up and following the infamous mutiny.</span></div></div><div id="ftn"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3681164847415230721#_ftnref" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[2]<!--[endif]--></span></a> His narration, despite having a limited role in the proceedings, is more comprehensible after finding out that he was featured in a framing device that took place years later, regaling the events of the film. Thankfully, this was discarded, though you can find it on the DVD.</span></div></div><div id="ftn"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3681164847415230721#_ftnref" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[3]<!--[endif]--></span></a> It certainly attempts slightly more complexity than the superior ’35 version, which I’m a big fan of: historically inaccurate, yet genuinely rousing, with compelling performances and super cinematography that make it a studio-era dynamo.</span></div></div></div><!--EndFragment--><br />Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-75091211360153469012016-03-16T00:39:00.001-04:002016-03-16T00:39:53.150-04:00Why Change Your Wife (1920) / Mad Dog Morgan (1977)(note: this is a ye olde review from 1 year ago that I forgot to post)<br /><br />Mood whiplash double feature. First, a fluffy silent comedy about marital difficulties, followed by a piece of ozploitation.<br /><i><br /></i><i><b>Why Change Your Wife</b></i><br /><br />Gloria Swanson (the wife), Thomas Meighan (the husband) and Bebe Daniels (the gold-digger who steals said husband) were utterly charming. So was the movie for that matter, what with all those silly fashions of 1920: patterned stocking and knee-length swimsuits and wrap around strapless negligees with fur trimmings.<br /><br />It's similar in plot to director Cecil B. DeMille's previous <i>Don't Change Your Husband </i>(1919), another comedy of remarriage, and has the same basic outline, but gender flipped: married protagonist is unhappy with spouse, leaves spouse for another, seemingly more "romantic" alternative, turns out spouse #2 sucks, so protagonist returns to spouse #1, who in the meantime has loosened and glammed up, and they remarry happily.<br /><br />In this one, the wife transforms from prim prude to saucy minx. The movie itself is a bit condescending towards women, not surprising considering the time period. Meighan is consistently presented as being a square guy practically pushed into the arms of Daniels by uptight Swanson's killjoying ways. But because this is a comedy, one overheard piece of gossip is enough for the newly divorced Swanson to completely overthrow her puritan ways and put on the plums.<br /><br />But I couldn't dislike this movie. The plot itself is so simplified, the mood so lighthearted, and the sets and costumes so lovely, that I found it immensely enjoyable. DeMille movies, especially his silents, can have wonderful bits of understated humor - not much of the banana slipping variety (though we do get a banana peel here played for comedy and tragedy), but more humor created out of the facial expressions as they eye roll, &nbsp;smell perfume, &nbsp;and get put in inconvenient or awkward. A comedy of the senses, where everything works out and sorts out, with even the gold digger getting a new man.<br /><br /><i><b>Mad Dog Morgan</b></i><br /><br />A lot of fake beards in this movie. Enough to make ZZ Top jealous.<br /><br />Can't say that I'm in the proper position to make any sort of judgement, as the copy I saw was an obviously censored and scratched up pan-and-scan. Dennis Hooper was quite a.....presence, what with his 3 fake beards and Irish brogue. The film is disjointed, consisting of barely tied together ultra short vignettes. Morgan is humanized compared to the mean and sadistic trackers, though I guess it's to the filmmaker's credit that they don't glam him up too much, showing him to be a crook way over his head but too bullish to back down. (I wonder if anyone has done a comparison between American, English, and Australian outlaws of the 18th-19th century, and how they are portrayed, culturally and historically, in their respective countries.)<br /><br />I'm undecided wether <i>Mad Dog Morgan</i>'s frequent use of jump cuts made it avant-garde, or if was just sloppily put together. &nbsp;The result felt simultaneously sleazy and pretentious, but either way I ended up rather bored.Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-78985377077550880812016-03-14T17:37:00.003-04:002016-03-14T17:38:01.041-04:00Riot in Cell Block 11 (1954)Prison movies lend themselves really well to black and white cinematography. It must be all the concrete walls, metal bars, drab uniforms and bleak situations.<br /><br />This one's filmed in the very real Flosom State Prison, and directed by one of my favs, Don Siegal. How can you lose with the same guy who did <i>Invasion of the Body Snatchers </i>(1956)&nbsp;and his other on-location prison film, <i>Escape from Alcatraz </i>(1979)?<br /><br />No big stars here; the only recognizable name to me was character actor and figure of authority extraordinaire Whit Bissell (seems like he was in every other TV show or movie from the 50s or 60s).<br /><br />The rest of the actors were compelling, and not a single matinee idol among 'em, which added to the realism. We don't really have a protagonist, more like major players: the warden and three inmates, who run the gamut from good, bad, and sorta in between.<br /><br />The leader of the riot (Neville Brand) is the latter. He's curio-leading character for the studio-era, &nbsp;because despite organizing the uprising to draw attention to the disciple conditions in prison, it's explicitly stated that he's homicidal and needs psychiatric treatment. As head honcho he does some pretty rotten things to get the governor to give in to the prisoners demands for improved living conditions. The worst is saved for the climax, when he places ties captured guards and a protesting prisoner right in front of a wall due to be detonated by the unknowing and desperate state police.<br /><br />The unfortunate prisoner who just narrowly misses getting killed (Robert Osterloh) is the "good" con. You always have to include at least one of them in a prison film: the straight guy who once went wrong, but is otherwise upstanding. He's the voice of reason, and is ultimately rewarded for his morals (and not being a 3 time loser) by getting paroled. It helps that he isn't an instigator of the riot, but later assists his fellow inmates not through violence, but through words, drafting their demands in acceptable language.<br /><br />On the opposite end of the morality spectrum is the Big Bad prisoner (Leo Gordon), a rotter who's most excited about killing the guards held hostage. He's there to make the other two guys look good in comparison.<br /><br />And what does it say about ye olde Hollywood cinema that this, a prison movie, contains the most integrated cast I've yet seen from a 1950s movie? And does a good job not specifically antagonizing either the guards, the warden or the inmates?<br /><br />However, it is one of those 1950s message movies. Speechy and preachy, but at least it has the decency of being exciting, intercutting assorted monologues about prison reform with more rioting or other acts of violence. Doesn't hurt that prison reform is still a pressing issue, and the prisoners demands (overcrowding, job training, abuse, etc.) are still relevant.<br /><br />No women were seen until the last five minutes, and those were the guards wives; before that all we heard were their voices. Their primary purpose is to be worried about their husbands.<br /><br />The ending is refreshing, neither nihilist (Brute Force), or overly happy in an "everything is gonna be alright" sort of way.The riot doesn't lead to direct or major changes in the system, but it does draw attention to the issue through media. If there's any hissable villain, it's those sons-of-bitches that won't cough up the money for prison reform.<br /><br />Surprisingly Mature might be my take on the material, what with its onscreen toilets, awareness of the power of journalistic representation, and it's insistence on being an expose. Also surprising is the movie's reference (very very implied) to prison rape (though considering how only one inmate is singled out as a perpetrator, and this being the 50s, it could just be referring to the threat of the "predatory gay" to prim, proper, and paranoid 50s morals).<br /><br />Other good stuff:<br />Nice black and white cinematography, with exciting framing.<br /><br />Less a fan of:<br />Music is a bit overblown, but that's to be expected from a low-buget IMPORTANT prison film.Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-52921166441089530632016-03-14T02:17:00.000-04:002016-03-14T02:22:02.025-04:00Roberta (1935)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFossbPHVYs/VuZUHi95s4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/hRodVabkey8a5kj2YJlJfpUkPt_eAqkRg/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.20.27%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFossbPHVYs/VuZUHi95s4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/hRodVabkey8a5kj2YJlJfpUkPt_eAqkRg/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.20.27%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Absence makes the heart grow stronger. A lesson well-learned while watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers' third film together, as the dynamic duo play second fiddle to Irene Dunne and Randolph Scott's soggy romance.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-fcrWOB04E/VuZXRWgcR8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tlKrNgOZkxAyYpM4JJ0mSGSYre1TVmJog/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.12.31%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-fcrWOB04E/VuZXRWgcR8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tlKrNgOZkxAyYpM4JJ0mSGSYre1TVmJog/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.12.31%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />No one goes to a Astaire/Rogers movie for the plot, so in brief: Americans Astaire and Scott are in Paris; Scott fall for Russian princess Dunne (barely attempting an accent), while Astaire chills with old flame turned fake Countess turned successful singer Rogers. Shenanigans ensue around the titular Roberta fashion house, interspersed with songs by Jerome Kern and Otto Harbach.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT8dMiqa1Ok/VuZUb-IdCfI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DQxjINk0lBod2QNazOASfqSWpjiTzMSHw/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-12%2Bat%2B11.52.22%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT8dMiqa1Ok/VuZUb-IdCfI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DQxjINk0lBod2QNazOASfqSWpjiTzMSHw/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-12%2Bat%2B11.52.22%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Far too much screen time is given to Dunne and Scott, whose old hat movie courtship of meet cute, breaking up over misunderstanding, and final reconciliation sealed with a clinch, is played mostly straight, and bogs down the film. To help slow the pace further, Dunne somberly and shrilly sings four songs, including the classics "Yesterdays," "Smoke Get in Your Eyes" and "Lovely to Look at."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekVSCJ4zj8g/VuZUiLAfY8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Hgu_xPs4NXY0cd1vSDXFgABeMEUXd0uKw/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-12%2Bat%2B11.26.05%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekVSCJ4zj8g/VuZUiLAfY8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Hgu_xPs4NXY0cd1vSDXFgABeMEUXd0uKw/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-12%2Bat%2B11.26.05%2BPM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Compared to Dunne's glass-shattering operetta, Astaire's melo crooning and Rogers' wisecracking are welcome respites. Together, they are a joy; the "antagonism turning into love" arc that populates so many of their movies is nowhere to be seen, and they begin and end as pals, kidding around, even when they're dancing.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCkwi_L_Cjw/VuZU5_gkygI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Lzyw2u8J5EI4vaf0JXNxD5-1DBPSdw9lg/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.13.12%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCkwi_L_Cjw/VuZU5_gkygI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Lzyw2u8J5EI4vaf0JXNxD5-1DBPSdw9lg/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.13.12%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />And what dancing! My God, all their numbers here are classics. Astaire gets two lighthearted solos, "Let's Begin" and "I Won't Dance," and 3 duets with Rogers: The fun "I'll be Hard to Handle,"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgAm6hFAHXI/VuZVDxnp9wI/AAAAAAAAAm4/W3Ds-yCIG88sBRCxETW53bOZyUgQNC4ug/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.09.16%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgAm6hFAHXI/VuZVDxnp9wI/AAAAAAAAAm4/W3Ds-yCIG88sBRCxETW53bOZyUgQNC4ug/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.09.16%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />the divine "Lovely to Look at" that follows Dunne's trilling,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq8YaP0q_nE/VuZVPrMF9GI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5H1UaPJJ85gOtFO6KQO805baVzKHCOZPg/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.01.58%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq8YaP0q_nE/VuZVPrMF9GI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5H1UaPJJ85gOtFO6KQO805baVzKHCOZPg/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.01.58%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />and the knock-out, boisterous finale that closes the movie.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEzv9zEEkmU/VuZVwzQC1bI/AAAAAAAAAnU/h6XdfQGgCj45pe3UVmjkg5ncxUlBSpvaw/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.15.59%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEzv9zEEkmU/VuZVwzQC1bI/AAAAAAAAAnU/h6XdfQGgCj45pe3UVmjkg5ncxUlBSpvaw/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.15.59%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />It's a tribute to the silver-screen sparkle Astaire and Rogers could create together that the movie is watchable. Without them, it would have been a forgotten triffle. With them, it's a minor classic with moments of magic.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqLwcRDLAMM/VuZVhc5zlSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IxDYTOxu2-QSAJg16B8chJSfPKatQfbGQ/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.04.26%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqLwcRDLAMM/VuZVhc5zlSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IxDYTOxu2-QSAJg16B8chJSfPKatQfbGQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-03-13%2Bat%2B12.04.26%2BAM.png" width="320" /></a></div>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-76724462242195824572016-03-07T19:57:00.003-05:002016-03-07T19:58:20.511-05:00Hamlet (1996)I appreciate Kenneth Branagh's <i>Hamlet </i>(1996). I like it existing, standing out as the sole unabridged cinematic adaptation of Shakespeare tragedy about The Dane Who Couldn't Make Up His Mind. How I like it as a movie is another matter.<br /><br />In my mind's eye, the movie stands as a testament as to why <i>Hamlet </i>benefits from being edited. Similar to how Gus Van Saint's <i>Psycho</i> (1998) is useful demonstrating that a great script and wonderful cinematography doesn't necessarily make a great movie. I'm not saying that Branagh's Hamlet is an atrocity like Van Saint's experiment, far from it; it's a fine film, chock full of great performances and lovely production design.<br /><br />But it does drag. Not surprising, since it <b>is </b>a 4 hour movie. But a really good Shakespeare adaptation should remind me why I love the Bard, not make me emphasize with those who consider him dull and impenetrable.<br /><br />I could lay the blame on a few factors. Of course, there's the decision to capture every single bloomin' line and minor character in Shakespeare's longest play. Which did result in a lot of nice poetry, but it did also mean a lot of focus on Fortinbras and Norwegian diplomacy, elements which I never found to be among the more interesting aspects of the play. And tons of reiteration and retellings of things already seen and spoken of.<br /><br />One of the benefits of shorter (and by shorter, I mean the 2 1/2 to 3 hour iterations) productions is that redundancies can be removed, and somewhere along the viewing, I found a new appreciation for all those directors who manager to trim enough to keep <i>Hamlet </i>compelling and comprehensible.<br /><br /><span style="color: black;">Maybe I just had a short attention span the evening I watched Branagh's<span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Hamlet<span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span></i>in one sitting. But with the odd explosion of ham that is to be expected with any Shakespeare adaptation, this was an especially soothing version. There were dynamic moments, including a finale that involved a falling chandelier. And it did have lots of long tracking takes, though these were less of the thrilling Hitchcock or Welles variety and more reminiscent of the somber, slow-moving moves of Tarkovsky. So we get plenty of walking and talking, and very little alternating camera angles to spice things up. <o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:DocumentProperties> <o:Template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:Revision>0</o:Revision> <o:TotalTime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:Pages>1</o:Pages> <o:Words>121</o:Words> <o:Characters>693</o:Characters> <o:Company>Century High School</o:Company> <o:Lines>5</o:Lines> <o:Paragraphs>1</o:Paragraphs> <o:CharactersWithSpaces>851</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:Version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style><![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--><br /><span style="color: black;">Again, I like this movie; there are far worse <i>Hamlet</i>s than this one. And I’m glad that there is one complete <i>Hamlet</i>movie out there. But due to its prioritizing textual fidelity over cinematic storytelling, it misses being an enthralling movie.<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-16211577137808933972016-02-27T03:16:00.000-05:002016-04-03T23:09:44.413-04:00The World of Suzie Wong (1960)<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How rare it is for a movie to acknowledge large age differences between actors cast as love interests. That's where <i>The World of Suzie Wong</i> stands out; when William Holden tries to detour Nancy Kwan from pursuing a relationship with him, he tells her "You're not even 20, I'm pushing 40." Now, Holden was 42 when the film was released, and Kwan 21, and while this is the only acknowledgment of their 2 decade age gap, it still counts for something.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's one of the reasons, including the charming performances and nice chemistry between the leads, why I kinda liked this movie, in spite of my better judgement, since it does contains the exoticization so common in white guy/asian girl pairings, the slut-shaming found in tart-with-heart romances, and death accompanying an interracial romance.</span>Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681164847415230721.post-49159963763096626522016-02-25T14:17:00.000-05:002016-02-25T14:17:18.888-05:00Black God, White Devil (1964)I learned so much from this movie, a Buñuel-like concoction curtesy of director Glauber Rocha and <i>Cinema Novo</i>, the Brazilian New Wave. Not from actually watching it, but because its references to historical Brazilian figures forced me to pause and make a bee-line to Wikipedia in order to figure out just who&nbsp;Antônio Conselheiro and Lampião were. Turns out they were a wandering mystic and an outlaw, which helps to clarify the movie's bizarre yet energetic turns as it followed a poor farmer (Geraldo Del Rey) attempting to find meaning in his life; first becoming the devout member of violent catholic cult, then later joining a small roving band of bandits.Lydia Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002015677820266624noreply@blogger.com0